Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 21

21–He Found Out Bodhi Is His Son

Madeline:

I was going through a mixture of emotions. The last few hours had been odd. Not only had I heard my wolf speak up, but I had also briefly gone into transition mode before returning to my human form.

I had even felt the mate bond with the man who had abandoned me in the past. It was a lot, way too much.

And then there was the fact that my wolf couldn’t even transition properly. I began to wonder if I had a crippled wolf or something.

When I was walking out of my room, I noticed Bodhi sitting on his bed. I instantly reached over and held his hand to walk him out.

He still seemed half asleep, so I helped him all the way to the living room and sat him down in front of the fireplace. He was still shaking, his eyes distant and unfocused.

“Bodhi, look at me,” I told him, gently touching his cheek.

He slowly raised his head, and our eyes met.

“What happened?” I asked, running my hand through his hair.

It was such a sad feeling that I couldn’t even tell him not to follow anyone, because, honestly, it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t like he was aware of what he was doing.

It seemed like he had been sleepwalking, and I could tell why. The sickness was making him do it.

“I just keep seeing this man in my dreams. He asks me to follow him, but he’s so big and tall, and he’s always so angry,” Bodhi whispered, his voice breaking and filling me with pain.

“Is it the same man who came to the mansion the other day?” I asked.

Bodhi nodded slowly.

Why was he seeing Baxter in his dreams? Of course, it was because he was his father. Usually, in these dreams, the parents would lead their children into the woods or other strange places.

“Why do I keep seeing him?” Bodhi asked, pouting. And why is he always so angry?” he added.

I ran my hand through his hair again and gently cupped his face.

“He’s not angry with you, okay? So don’t worry. You’re not doing anything wrong,” I tried to reassure him, though I knew no amount of comfort could help him in this kind of situation.

“I’m also feeling a little itching around my ankle,” he mentioned, trying to bend down and show me where he felt uncomfortable.

I noticed it was the pendant I had wrapped around his ankle.

“Oh, it’s okay. You don’t have to wear it when you’re home alone,” I told him, realizing it wasn’t fair to make him wear it all the time. I knew how uncomfortable it could be.

“Really? Can I take it off now?” he asked, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes glistening with tears.

“Of course. Let me take it off for you,” I replied, unwrapping the pendant from around his ankle. I noticed a few red rashes left underneath it. Guilt washed over me, even though I had only done this for his safety.

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21 He Found Out Bodhi is His Son

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“Now, do you feel better?” I asked, gently touching his cheek.

“I do,” he murmured.

But suddenly, a cold wave of shock ran through me, like my soul had left my body. I slowly turned my head toward where my son was looking. He lifted his gaze and stared behind me.

“What is it?” I asked, forcing a small smile, thinking he might be remembering something he needed to mention. But the way he kept staring made my stomach twist. It felt like there was someone behind me.

Very slowly and carefully, I followed his gaze and turned around.

Behind me stood Baxter, holding my bracelet.

“You dropped this in my car,” he said, looking lost.

My attention shifted back to my son almost instantly, and I grabbed the pendant, trying to wrap it around his ankle.

But Baxter got there first. His hand clamped around my wrist, his body hunched forward; eyes locked on Bodhi.

“Let go,” I hissed at him, demanding that he step back so I could fasten the pendant.

But it was already too late. His reaction said it all. He had figured it out, the reason I’d been so protective, the thing I’d tried to hide from him for so long.

Baxter kept staring at Bodhi, then reached toward him.

But Bodhi shook his head and tried to lean back, sinking into the seat.

“You’re scaring him,” I snapped, trying to pull him away from my son.

He ignored me and placed his hand on top of Bodhi’s head. I froze. I knew exactly what he was doing. He was sensing the connection.

And the second he gasped, I knew it was over for me.

He stumbled back and threw my bracelet onto the couch. That was his way of showing his anger at the revelation.

I jumped to my feet and turned to face him.

“Not in front of him,” I said, my voice barely steady, almost pleading.

I didn’t expect him to listen, but strangely, he did. Still, his clenched jaw and fists were a sight to fear.

“Bodhi, go upstairs and lie down in your bed,” I said, turning to my son. My voice cracked.

Bodhi nodded quickly, desperate to get out of Baxter’s sight, and rushed upstairs.

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